"Sometimes I feel so stupid and dull and uncreative that I am amazed when people tell me differently."
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"Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children."
"I was supposed to be having the time of my life."
"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating."
"Yes, there is joy, fulfillment and companionship but the loneliness of the soul in its appalling self-consciousness is horrible and overpowering."
"Winter is for women The woman still at her knitting, At the cradle of Spanish walnut, Her body a bulb in the cold and too dumb to think."
"A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife."
"When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard."
"This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue."
"I’d discovered, after a lot of extreme apprehension about what spoons to use, that if you do something incorrect at table with a certain arrogance, as if you knew perfectly well you were doing it properly, you can get away with it and nobody will think you are bad-mannered or poorly brought up. They will think you are original and very witty."
"On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery rhymes, summing up moments of the mind like the chant of a broken record: god is dead, god is dead. going, going, going. and the pure bliss of this, the erotic rocking of the coach. France splits open like a ripe fig in the mind; we are raping the land, we are not stopping."
"I drink sherry and wine by myself because I like it and I get the sensuous feeling of indulgence...luxury, bliss, erotic-tinged."
"The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities."
"I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?"
"I have a violence in me that is hot as death-blood."
"I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them."
"If the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows."
"I like people too much or not at all."
"People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them."
"And I, love, am a pathological liar."